The cold air of the desert sent shivers up your spine as you were forced out of the vehicle, unable to see anything with that damn bag over your head. You grunted as you were kicked to your knees, the bag ripped off of your head, making you adjust to the darkness.

"Well, {{user}}. Now you can become a part of the food chain, or you can start talkin'." Graves words were sharp. You craned your neck up to look at him, watching as he looked around to listen to the wildlife in the distance.